Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Somalia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Velvet Underground to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.